The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 807

Watching the scene unfold, Matthew felt a pang of sorrow. He tried to say something but couldn't. It felt as if he had a lump stuck in his throat.

So, Matthew just stood there, watching Tony sob with his disheveled hair covering his face.

Crying could be heartbreaking, but it was sometimes for the best—at least for Tony's health. Getting his emotions out would keep him from bottling everything up until he snapped and went crazy.

Tony wept for a while before his sobs gradually quieted. Eventually, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, stood up, and turned to Matthew. "The house is such a mess, and there's nowhere to sit. How about I take you out to eat?"

Eating out?

Tony's clothes were worn and tattered. He didn't look like he had any money on him. Without a phone, he couldn't really make payments with PayPal either.

Smiling, Matthew added, "Why don't I treat you instead?"

Tony raised his hand and boldly declared, "I insist on treating you. If I don't know basic courtesy at my age, I might as well give up living."

Tony was actually a courteous person.

Matthew chuckled. "Sure. It's on you, then."

He didn't fuss about who paid—he just wanted to sit and talk. He had some questions about Vital Restorative Remedies and Octolith.

They locked the door and made their way toward the village entrance.

As they walked, many villagers ran into Tony and happily greeted him, addressing him with respect.

"You've truly recovered, Dr. Carling. I'm so glad."

"Mr. Carling."

Tony leaned closer and stated, "I saved the owner's son, so he's really grateful to me. He often invites me over for a meal, but I've been too busy to make it. Finally, I have some time today."

Matthew didn't expect Tony to be close to the owner. No wonder he'd show up without cash. The owner probably wouldn't even take his money if he tried to pay.

"Alright, let's head inside. I need to talk to you about something as we eat."

Tony led the way and started walking to the restaurant.

Just as Tony reached the door, a woman in her 30s stopped him. "What are you doing? Move along. Don't disturb the customers in my restaurant."

Standing up straight, Tony cleared his throat and calmly replied, "I'm a friend of your boss. He often invited me here to eat. I finally have some free time, so I came by for a bite."

The woman gave Tony a dismissive once-over and scoffed. "With the way you look, do you think our boss would treat you to a meal? Get lost!"